Fuchsia Libre

- Yay! Happy birthday! - Wow, happy birthday!

Happy birthday, buddy!

Gotcha, buddy!

You got me there, buddy.

I thought you were asleep.

Come on, let's pray.

Lead the prayer.

Mom, always watch over us from heaven.

Okay, good night.

- Love you, buddy. - Love you, buddy.

- Good night, buddy. - Good night.

Is anyone bullying my godchild, Danny?

No one. Why?

I know you're the one who convinced the chief to organize this camp.

It's good, right?

Your influence on the chief is strong.

Looks like you're rising steadily, huh?

Kids, let's do one-on-one.

David!

Oliver!

Ouch!

- What happened? - Sir.

Buddy, are you okay?

- Get up. - Okay, Dad.

Go to your godfather.

Walk upright.

- Are you okay? - Yes, I'm okay.

I just tripped.

Okay, buddy, remember what I taught you?

Show me.

Okay?

Let's try that first. Go!

My son...

Straight! Remember?

Like this. Straight!

Pay attention.

This is different...

from this.

If you punch like this, I will punch you.

Understand?

Your turn! Go!

Amazing!

Eat more vegetables...

so you'll become stronger.

Later we'll train again. Right, buddy?

So you'll become more handsome.

- Dad, come here! - Yes!

- You did it, Son. - Yes!

Are you serious?

Why?

You like Mawi Teylor?

No!

Is this the celebration you were telling me about?

Stop pretending. It's okay if you like Mawi Teylor.

Don't be shy. Let's go.

Come on.

Let's sit in front.

Hurry up.

There.

Sir, this table is available.

Hello, sir! Your usual table?

Let's sit in front.

Sit here for a better view.

- My usual order. - Okay, sir.

Take your pick.

Why, is someone gonna get jealous?

You're not telling me anything.

Seems like somebody's gonna get jealous.

Right, buddy?

The one everyone is waiting for...

This next one...

If you don't like the first two girls, this next one is the best.

The reason we pretend to work overtime and lie to our spouses,

Hey.

Remember the hostess we had at our table?

She is one of the newer girls according to the manager.

That's why she looks flawless.

But, Dad, the way she speaks is odd.

Come on, we didn't go there to engage in a debate.

Remember this,

when the time comes,

and you're gonna court a girl...

Let me know, and I'll give you some killer tips.

- Really, you? - Why not?

Don't forget, your mom is watching over us.

Dad really hit the jackpot with you.

Hey, what jackpot?

I didn't win your mom out of luck,

I worked hard for her.

Okay? Love you, buddy.

Love you, buddy.

All right, let's go home.

Here.

I can do it myself.

I hope I get to experience that someday as well.

But, you know,

ever since Pam had the miscarriage, we can't conceive.

You're not that old.

Just keep trying. You can still do it.

But we do it every night.

By the way,

what's the police director's agenda later?

I heard you're preparing a fancy dinner at home.

Yeah.

I'll prepare steaks. You can come too.

It's all right. I'll just take Pam out.

But really, are you asking him for a promotion?

No.

I invited him for dinner to talk about my proposed projects,

as well as my career path.

Looks like you're gonna be the next chief superintendent, huh?

It depends.

It will depend on how our meeting will turn out.

That's why my steak must be delicious.

Danny! Don't forget about me, okay?

You're too scared, huh?

You know, the only solution is to come out to your dad.

Look at me.

Damn!

You don't know my dad.

Good choice, Malvar. Brandy.

You know I don't like red wine with my steak.

I learned it from my wife.

I like your track record.

Your type is what we need in the police force.

We're planning an operation,

and I want you to take charge of it.

If you do this successfully, we'll discuss your promotion.

I'm also ready to share my report from my last assignment.

Get it, so I can take a look.

I'll just get it from my car.

The food tastes great.

I'm telling you,

you're just making things difficult.

I'll go ahead.

Hey! Stupid!

I'm sorry, okay?

Forget it.

I love you, okay?

I know that.

What I mean is...

I just need more time, okay?

Oliver.

What nonsense is this?

- Get inside now! - Yes, Dad.

Wait, sir.

Your son is not a kid anymore.

Who do you think you are?

You bastard, get out of here!

Don't boss me around on how I make decisions for my son.

Get out of my sight, you son of a bitch!

- Go inside. - Yes, Dad.

Hey!

Who are you calling?

Calling the cops?

I'm a policeman, stupid!

You faggot!

And you!

- Dad, stop it! - What's happening to you, Oliver?

- Why do you disobey me? - Dad, please!

- I keep on telling... - Malvar!

I'm leaving, Dad.

Okay, last three sets.

What's your type, Keon?

You're being nosy!

You look cute when annoyed.

- Last set. - So what is it, really?

What do you look for in a...

- lady. - Good.

Girl, you're pretty but we're not a match.

Too bad.

There are plenty out there.

And then, after that, I think...

I knew it.

And you're taking the bait!

Babe, what are you doing here?

You shut up!

Sir, if we have a problem we can talk in the office.

Don't rub it in my face that you own this gym.

Want me to burn this down?

Let's go home!

I told you to shut up!

Don't interfere!

Sir, I'm not hitting on your girlfriend. I'm gay.

Are you fooling me, huh?

Hey, stop it! Stop it!

Stay out of this!

Oh, my gosh! Keon!

You got him good.

He's so stubborn. I'm gay!

What do you think?

This will be fixed in two weeks.

I'm in the general's staff. Can my car be fixed earlier?

Junjun.

Prioritize this. I'll do that.

Okay.

Ten days.

Thank you, bro. I'll be going.

- I'll return. - Okay.

Keon, can I take leave tomorrow?